A copy of The Creativness of Paladins!

You open a personal journal entitled, "A copy of The Creativness of Paladins!" to the bookmark, on page 1, and begin reading.

The following are different poems, and stories from our Paladins, I hope you enjoy them. If not, I wasn't asking for your opinion, that part is over!.
The First Story on Page 2 is Arxalants who won first place, and countless Aetolia Bardic Contests.
On Page Three is Kiyotan's Poem which won second place.
Page Four holds Tahlnaiths Love story, *sniffle*
Page Five is home to Caesars Haiku on the Paladins.
Page 6 is a Biography on Caesar which was very good, but didn't make it to the winners circle.

You open a personal journal entitled, "A copy of The Creativness of Paladins!" to the bookmark, on page 2, and begin reading.

According to the archives and a few conversations I've had with Syvelium, there was once a tradition of holding a vigil before a knighting. The squire would stay awake all night, keeping watch over his or her armor and swords as the sun sank below the horizon. It was a time of introspection and thought, from which the squire was supposed to emerge with new self-knowledge and self-awareness. It was a time to commune with the Gods and to bring to closure the life before in order to start anew as a knight.
There was another aspect to it that is not often mentioned. Perhaps it was not originally intended, or perhaps it was merely forgotten over the years, perhaps even ages, that the ritual endured.
After the sun set, the squire was left in the darkness. Usually a single candle was lit, but sometimes the light of the moon and stars were deemed sufficient. In our light-filled lives, it is easy to forget how incomprehensibly huge the darkness is. Physically, spiritually, shadows surround us. Each of us is, at best, a single candle lit against that all-consuming darkness.
Flame, candles, and light have all become symbols of the Luminaries, and they are of course associated with Lord Rahn. But they are more, as well; from the very earliest mortal records, darkness has been terrible and evil, while the fires that drive it back are good. In a world of complex politics and allegiances and symbolism, never forget the power of a single candle, whether given to an orphan to save a life or simply lit in defiance of the night.
We must always remain cognizant of how vast a force we stand against. We must never be blinded by the Light as our enemies accuse. It is easy, very easy, to "walk in the Light" and rest secure in the safety of our gathered sanctity. That is easy, but like all easy roads it leads nowhere. Our island of light is surrounding by darkness, and each of us should--must!--take our candles and our torches and march into it.
When we walk in the Light, we must not walk in the light given by others. Each of us must carry the light forward and cast back the shadows. We walk side by side, not huddled together. We face outward, towards the unknown dangers that we face, and not back towards the victories we have achieved.
What, then, were the vigils? They were reminders: we must always remain vigilant. In the darkness what we face... and how much of a difference a single candle can make. The custom may have died, but the message must never be forgotten.
In the Light, then, but always facing the Darkness,.
Sir Arxalant Keian

You open a personal journal entitled, "A copy of The Creativness of Paladins!" to the bookmark, on page 3, and begin reading.

Reality of Fantasies
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The personification of elegance
Grace, beauty, wit, and style
Tame eternity with a wink
Guard tonight with a smile
The epitome of desire
A living dream come true
A reality of fantasies
A magical sight to view
Your gaze leaves me breathless
Your whispers find me faint
The rivers of my longing for you
Flow far beyond restraint
A cascading mane of treasured gold
Frames twin pools of a sparkling hue
Cherried crescents and cheeks of rose-satin
Elements of a priceless you Never in my life has there been
Of something I'm so sure
You never fail to impress me
You always leave me wanting more
I've been told that love is blind
In truth I fail to see
And should love mean imprisonment
Then I've no desire to be free
Your touch causes lightheadedness
Your kiss would leave me dazed
Your laughter makes my knees go weak
Your existence keeps me sustained
A thief by unintention
An occupation since the start
When you kept my attention, stole my devotion
And when you captured my heart

Kiyotan WyndDancer-McCloud

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This is Tahlnaith, here's my entry for the Paladin Bardic contest.
For You, My Love
By the light of the moon, I shall wait for you. I will watch the stars go by, for all eternity. I will drift away into the beyond, all for you, my love.
I would climb the highest mountain, swim the largest ocean, walk the longest path, and pick the most beautiful flower, all for you, my love.
I would climb the highest mountain, swim the largest ocean, walk the longest path, and pick the most beautiful flower, all for you, my love.
I would take my own life in the throws of insanity. I would give all my money away in a trance of generousity. I would shout
my greatest fears
for all to hear, all for you, my love.
I will sit here, watching the clouds and the stars go by. I will search the world, from one end to the other. I will waste away to nothing.
All for you, my love.

You open a personal journal entitled, "A copy of The Creativness of Paladins!" to the bookmark, on page 5, and begin reading.

The Paladin Haiku
He lives with Honour,
He fights Bravely for all friends,
Loyal to the End
By Caesar, Squire of Davin